Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ BNT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me that BNT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc... let's go
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothing less And if your bitch fuck me she fucked the rest 'cause I'm a A B C D E F G
You can catch me in the A Check my DNA What can I say? I'm a G 100% all the way The block on lock, jet like the chain gang The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain I'm a G and I'll tell you bitch the same thing Middle finger to you pussies, nigga no shame '77 Chevelle, same color cocaine And I a true balla and G playing in the deck Out with the young nigga, get money and respect You in that name droppin' get you and yo mans wet Nigga I'm a G now who the fuck you think you playing with?
Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' Codeine Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost I ain't gotta say how much the mother fuckin bet cost 30" Ashantis on the Escalade 'lac cost Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me with that rep talk Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up the asphalt Took a lot of cash and walked Jury, scarred me Eights on the the donk make it hard to steering wheel Swingin' on them niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury Trapping at the hotel, you can catch me at the jewelry A general and surely man I seem pearly I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's Rockin' in newest the newest earrings, next seasons clothes I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole I'm so fuckin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow Me the bomb ho, Yung Joc got the work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got the purp Let me hear them on the church and orchestra rendez vous We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumping too Yeah, you know who's keeping it thriller Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla I'll snatch him up by his shoulders and strip off his strips 'cause when you trill you don't trip off the height, that ain't my type
